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Godly
Our eyes met in an instant
Gliding across my being, but it didn’t stop
Back up, right there, stay!
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Time
2am I was dreaming
3am I awoke with your breath on mine
These gentle hints of splendour.
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DARE
I dare you to
lift up that curled hem to the cool
The subtle art of daring!
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Blood thirsty eyes devouring that piece of red
It need not be mentioned; it was his favorite color,
reminiscent of all things devoid and dead
His whole being feeling this very-so-slight spread
Heat, hunger, shivers of an uncanny, loathsome dread!
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Perched up on a branch, his weight in absolute balance
Who’d ever thought this old Birchwood would be accepting of his prance
For he was sturdy and muscular, the dead-weight of a full grown man
Not forgetting his shield, surrounding his form encapsulated
His wings – feathers of dark browns and blacks, tender slithers of gold encrusted!
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Here he was then, in his true form; a creature against the norm
Or was he a beast, some said a demon, totally malformed
Half man – half bird, with a knifed beak – a gift bestowed
His favorite weapon of choice, apart from them claws unmanicured, tapered and sharpened!
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Prowling at night, steam of adrenaline peaked on high,
O! he so adored this feeling of deadly doom and nigh
Gently approached that time, to gorge out his victims heart, eyes and throat,
Body still warm, fresh, no sight of rigor mortis or cold
With his vicious slay, an unsightly attack, his feast of well deserved gold!
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She lay there lifeless, her skin glistening under the moon
An umpteenth victim, a victory…for his attack was strong and ferocious
Taking her by surprise, a rushed wind of air, his speed quicker – much faster than lightening
Slapping her hard, right across her temple; his left wing wasn’t gentle, an unrestrained lashing
In that moment of hurried darkness, an unemotional plundering of power
He remembered seeing beautiful shades of olive greens and crimson
Their eyes had met, he saw bottomless chasms; pools of light and compassion!
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He had smelt her fear, panic and… and… something new to his animalistic senses
Was it a delicate hint of mountain dew? … Flowers?
Patchouli, roses, lilies…? No, it was a shouting garden of spring, it was – FREESIA!
But he hated spring because it reminded him of life, yet he symbolized death
It didn’t sit well with his anatomy, on the edge of perpetual hypothermia
Had he heard her soft shriek, before her head met the cobbled stone?
Why did he feel his mind wandering off, was he distracted ?
Looking back at her, enlightening his gaze by a more deeper focus
Splattered reds beautifully surrounded her hair,
Like a crown for them queens… His queen of the dead!
…to be cont’d … SCENE 2
Narrative poetry by CHRISELDA BARRETTO
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An excerpt from my upcoming book – ME & HIM
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From my upcoming book – ME & HIM
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Fated Divine
The eye of the needle turns on by
Dissecting every pore of time, an uneven try
Feel that pinch, meant for sinners of your kind
Relinquish those fears for freedom awaits…
Crashing away dreadful, hidden generational binds!
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Healed are we? Somehow broken free?
Raise those dreams on high as branches on trees
Every leaf carrying a ray of light, drops of bright sunshine
Healthy aspirations building, eliminating past, cursed crimes
Step into your kingdom, your fated divine!
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Creation
Pray my hands keep on doing
All that was meant for me to do
Moving constantly in dire need to heed my cues.
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With every breath I take
A new creation, spontaneous in the make.
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See them now my ultimate works
Be it in a poem, a trinket, an artistic sketch
All with my undivided attention, these my talented perks!
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Spontaneous
Think you know me
Stand back… Stand back
For it’s something even new for me to see
Precious spontaneity hidden in my every seam
Discovering more, bit by bit, a delicious rolling spree
Enjoy it then, as much as you can
Whilst I get brighter, doing just my thing, I lend and foresee!
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How deep is deep?
Wells of knowledge in your eyes
Deeply surrendering, melting that ice
Inhibitions torn apart, no need to ire
Smartness slaps through on a vengeful echo
Graceful and divine like a cloud on fire
See it blossoming now, for the extravagant show!
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MY GUILTY PLEASURES
Guilty little pleasures on high
Sweet divinities raised on a blissful ride
Melting magic dripping off a special pride
Sigils of love bringing on joyful, longing cries!
Say my name and I will yours
Absence of inhibitions, all but tender cures
Let us leave behind those sickly fires
Breathing on life and its mighty, brilliant drives!
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